Day Game Anecdote

3 PUA’s and I attacked the Grove on Sunday for a little day game. Doc sees 3 girls and opens them with “Hey which one of you girls is single?” Two girls point to a 3rd and he runs the set for 5 minutes or so. A few minutes later the 4 of us are standing around and the girls come back.

Girl 1: We just wanted to know…was that some sort of social experiment? Because we are all in our mid-twenties and none of us have ever been approached that way before. We all checked our wallets when you left. Was there a point to that?
Doc: Yeah…to pick you up.
Xander: We’re pick up artists
Girl: 1: Oh…cool.

Girls walk away and we all look at each other and burst out laughing…..

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Plowin' through shit tests

I try to avoid talking about game with girls because they uniformly react negatively to it. They abhor the tactical aspect because it’s the antithesis of romance I suppose. But without it we are left with ineffective platitudes like the universally retarded advice “Just be yourself”. Uh, thanks but “being myself” has gotten me a gold medal in chronic masturbating, you have any other nuggets of wisdom Dr. Phil?

The reason guys can’t just be themselves or just walk up and say “hi” (as is often suggested by my well-meaning but clueless girl-friends) is because we know the consequences. Case in point……

I’m out the night before Thanksgiving and things are dead except for one local bar which is hopin’. I spy with my eye a 2 set and open….

X: Hey, you guys look interesting, are you friendly?
HBBrunette: No (I think I got a negative response because in order to get to them I had to get way into their space)
X: Sweet, me neither, I’m kind of a dick actually but we can be bitter together tonight. Hey, I have a question for you….how often do you get approached in a place like this? (this is my standard opener)
HBBarracuda: Never
X: Interesting…we were at dinner with our girfriends and they were saying –
HBBarracuda: Why are you talking to us if you have a girlfriend?
X: *Pause* Female friends if you want to be particular
HBBrunette: I think it’s ok
X: So yeah we hardly ever see guys approach girls anymore, we mostly just -
HBBarracuda: Are we on camera?
X: .Yes it’s right there, smile. Yeah sometimes you’ll see guys send in a scout to try to pick up -
HBBarracuda: I don’t know what you are talking about
X: *looking at her drink* How many of those have you had?
HBBarracuda: This is my first
X: Anyway, what I was saying was -
HBBarracuda: Are you here by yourself?
X: Yes, I live in the bar and I come out at night to entertain people
HBBarracuda: You aren’t doing a very good job.
X: (laughing but stumbling a little)….
HBBrunette: You caught us at a bad time…we haven’t seen each other in 5 years and we’re catching up tonight.

I fluff talk for another minute or so before getting the “well it was nice to meet you” blowout from the brunette.

X: Ok have a good night you guys
HBBarracuda: You too…and take care of those pearly whites. *smiles*

So a couple of things…one, as I said, this is a frequent response to most guys just walking up to a group of girls so I hope my female readers understand why we guys are apt to employ some kind of gameplan. Luckily I almost never get this because my body language / non-verbal communication is usually better. Secondly, notice how quickly the girls turned as I passed their shit tests. The brunette did a 180 almost immediately as I ignored her initial rejection and HBBarracuda (who was probably a 9…beautiful blonde with really big boobs…if you are into such things..hehe) gave me a nice compliment / IOI on my smile as I ejected. I think if I didn’t stumble on the “You aren’t doing a very good job” line I would have had them (the correct response would have been “It gets a lot worse, stick around” Credit: Sinn)

We also got the “Are we on camera?” line a few times throughout the night. Stupid reality show….

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Vacation / Halloween / Dying of the Plague

My trip to Mexico lacked any gaming opportunities as the bars were empty save for a few whales that beached themselves in the downtown bars. Apparently it was the slow season in Puerto Vallarta and the tourist were further scared off by some Mafia murders that happened a few weeks prior. The only set all weekend were a pair of attractive sisters from Scottsdale that I picked up. My target and I were sitting together and she was trying to guess my sign, which led to this exchange:

Girl: Are you very particular? Like about food or keeping your place tidy?
Me: Not really (note how clever an answer this is)
Girl: Are you very sexual?
Me: Yes
Girl: Well every guy is sexual. But do you like to fuck or are you more sensual?
Me: (*thinking that the plot just thickened*) No. I like to fuck. I’m very dominant in bed.

Unfortunately later when I asked her if she was sexual she said no and that she was very conservative. After awhile she still seems to like me but the pull wasn’t happening so I got her number since she was visiting LA the following weekend.

Halloween….ended up at Pauly Shore’s house just above the Comedy Store on Sunset. I dressed up as Joe the Plumber complete with plunger, measuring tape, and McCain / Palin shirt. It was a great party and I had a number of good interactions. The best one was a super cute girl dressed as Sarah Palin. I thought it was really on but her friend ended up getting tanked and she had to take care of her.

The highlight of the evening was this….I’m walking around outside and a girl grabs my arm and says “Will you come with me?” I go inside the house with her thinking Halloween is like Xmas for the single guy. We get up to a staircase going upstairs where a bouncer is stationed. She says, “I need to use your plunger” and grabs it out of my hand and goes upstairs. The bouncer starts laughing his ass off and says, “The girls bathroom is up there”, just as the girl turns around and says “I promise I’ll wash it!” and goes into the bathroom. When she comes down later with it I say, “It’s OK you can keep it.” Ewwwww…….

After the party I text the Scottsdale girl that I met in Mexico. My friend and I meet up with her and her friend at 2:30am. The friend is smoking hot – a solid 9.5. We grab Jerry’s Deli, they are being really sexual and fun, and we take the food back to my place. Somehow the energy dies and nothing happens…..not really sure what happened but I end up taking them back at 4am. My friend and I argue about what went wrong. Chalk it up to learning…..

I’m finally healthy after being sick for 6 weeks or so. I went to the doctor last week and after some blood tests he said I have allergies or AIDS or something. I wasn’t really listening. The point is I’ll be back in the field at full strength shortly.

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Well said....

There's an interesting post up on Gawker attempting to tackle the age-old question that sent Freud to his grave....what do women want?

An astute female commenter named Imjustskinny put it nicely "I want someone to TELL me what I want ;)"

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Leavin' ....on a jet plane....

Little slow on the posts lately. I’ve been sick twice in a month. First I had food poisoning for a few days where I felt like I was dying. Woke up fine Saturday morning, by Saturday afternoon I felt like I was aborting a porcupine from my womb with a wire hanger. Now I have a cold, undoubtedly caught from the walking Petri dishes in my office. More than half my office has it and they were kind enough to infect me. In the last year and a half I think I’ve been sick about a dozen times. The combination of going out so much and not sleeping enough has left me with an immune system roughly as proficient as Magic Johnson’s. At this rate I’ll achieve my Pickup goals only to die at 37 of Bubonic Plague.

Girl update…..Bobby Fisher petered out in bizarre fashion. Her phone was shut off – not just off but disconnected – for a week and half. A few texts here and there and she stopped responding. Working on a very attractive girl that I met the week after I met Bobby Fisher. She gave me half a hand job in a burger joint the night I met her. She definitely wants to sleep with me but she lives far away and it’s been a month and a half since I met her out. I can’t believe she’s still returning my texts and calls.

Other than that I am going to Mexico on vacation all next week…. Hoping to score an easy vacation lay in between chilling on the beach. Will keep you posted….

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NWLR: No Work Lay Report

“My bed’s filled with takeaways…. and fantasies of easy lays….” – Robbie Williams

Every once in awhile the pickup Gods smile upon you. Sometimes all you have to do is smile back. Saturday night was one such instance. My wing Alonzo invited me to a work party in Venice. I was feeling a little old as the party had the feel of a house party with young girls, a keg, and drinks being served out of the fridge. Good looking girls though in between all the hipsters. I loathe hipsters. No I don’t listen to the Jonas Brothers; they’re awful and purity rings are for 14-year old girls.

Any way around 11pm Alonzo opens a very cute girl and seems to hit it off, leaving me to my own devices. I’m walking through a courtyard area when a blonde girl with a nose ring kicks the back of knee.

Girl: Oh…..sooorry (very sarcastically)
Me: That’s going to cost you.

I had noticed her earlier. She was really cute, about 5’10”, an inch or so taller than me, and I had planned on approaching her anyway. I plop myself down next to her and immediately start qualifying her. You are very outgoing I like that. etc, etc. We talk about nothing in particular; she mentions that she has a dog, to which I say

“If I ever got a dog I would name him Stains….that way everyone would call him and say ‘Come stains…..come stains’”

She cracks up for a solid 30 seconds. A little more fluff talk. She talks about how she has 2 jobs so when she’s not working she likes to “watch lots of bad reality TV and have lots of sex.” I’m in. I make her laugh again and she leans into me as she’s laughing. I put my arm around her and bring her closer. I go in for the kiss…..full blown makeout session in the courtyard ensues. She pulls me in by my collar which really turns me on.

She says she has to go to the bathroom and I suggest I’ll get a couple of more drinks in the meantime. They are out of alcohol. Perfect! In retrospect I should have just said that anyway. I suggest we go to the nearby bar to continue the party. As we are walking out she says

“Oh I have to tell my sister I’m leaving” (pulls out phone and starts texting) “Taking off…if you are OK, I’ll see you in the morning” Guess we won’t be needing that 2nd drink, will we. :)

Hop in my car, start back to my place. She puts her hand on my junk and starts talking dirty. Awesome. She puts her heels up on my dash board as I throw my hand down her pants. Hands down pants + driving = very difficult. She unbuttons my jeans and starts driving stick shift. Double awesome. I’m all over the fucking road…but somehow make it home. Bring her upstairs and give her all I got. Total time from initiating conversation to giving her the ‘ol stick-and-stir? Under 40 minutes.
I rule!

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FR: Defeat snatched from the seemingly imminent hands of victory

Haven’t updated in awhile….I’ve been a little lazy and tried to stay off the computer. Couple of stories for you…here’s the first.

Two weeks ago we decide to go PUA old-school and head to The Standard in Hollywood. Not a big fan of the venue but it’ll do in a pinch. We are 3 guys so we go super early. So early in fact that we are literally the first ones there. Shortly thereafter a 3 set and a 2 set of girls arrive separately. I walk across and open the 2 set. Set is going well, nothing spectacular, wing comes in and takes the less attractive of the 2. I’m in with the other; we’ll call her Bobby Fisher. She’s a hottie; really sexy and a little taller than me…A dancer, just graduated from Berkley, studying for the LSAT. Moved her around the venue, lots of touching. A brief kiss. Then an almost kiss (credit Sinn). Probably did these out of order but whatever it didn’t matter she was super into me. I run Strawberry Fields (she said 20…nice). She follows up with a game of her own.

1. What’s you favorite color? (My answer: Royal Purple)
2. You are driving a stick shift car. What kind is it? (Audi)
3. I forget the 3rd question.

She tells me that the answers basically mean I am a freak. Her cold read is unconvincing (although accurate). We go to pull them home. They leave the club with us and the 4 of us walk across the street to my car. As I’m handing the ticket to the valet they are starting to have some doubts. The less attractive girl is visiting from out of town and might be able to charge a room at The Standard to her company. My wing suggests we do that. They are still conferring. I tell them I don’t live far, maybe 15 minutes. They decide they want to go back into the club because “it’s still early” (it’s about 12am). Crap. Why do girls have to ruin a good time by thinking?

Side bar: It’s funny that thinking is not something most of the girls I meet engage in very much. Yet at the point of pulling her home / going in to my room / pulling off her jeans she becomes Immanuel Fucking Kant and starts questioning things. All night you’ve had the attention span of a goldfish and now you are starting to think about things? Ugh. I wonder what goes through a girl’s mind. How well do I know this guy? Does he have an STD? Does he spend 90% of his free time studying how to pickup women? I really wonder. Usually what works best is distracting them with a story or a shiny object. I digress….

Back in the club. Bobby Fisher is giving me a lap dance while AFC’s (and a 60 year old woman) look on. The older woman is both annoying me by distracting my girl and arousing me by watching. It reminds me of when grandma watched me lose my virginity. :) jk. She just high-fived me the next day.

Bobby Fisher has to use the restroom, I do too. Walk to the back, I grab her, pin her against the wall and kiss, then walk off (solo) into the restroom. End of the night comes, she says they are leaving and kisses me goodbye. Number exchange. 2:10 AM comes. She calls. “At the comedy store, come by”. Swing by. She’s outside smoking a cigarette and drunkenly flirting with some guy. Goddamnit. We take off.

3:00am. I get home. She calls again. She is with her friend, eating at Mel’s dinner and wants to know what I’m doing. I tell her I’m at home. I tell her I will talk to her soon. 10 min later she texts:
“I want to be with you ”I text back to cab it to my place. She says ok and asks for the address. Around 4am she texts “We can’t find your place. We are lost and we want you. Direct us”. I call and give her directions. They are only about 5 minutes away. 4:15……4:20…..I call twice. No answer. I text “Lost?” No answer. Blast! Pass out on my couch at 4:30.

Checked my phone in the morning. Nothing. I text her with something like “Sorry I passed out on the couch right after I spoke with you. Did you guys make it home in one piece?”
We’ve texted and played a little phone tag. Oh and found out from my wing….Bobby Fisher, despite being a Berkley grad, is only 20. :)

Reason # 367 why I don’t drink while gaming….

Despite many rude responses (especially in the first months) over the several hundred approaches that I’ve done, I’ve never directly insulted a girl in the field. That changed this past weekend when I encountered Chupracabra, the Cockblocking Cougar from Hell in Vegas this weekend.

We are at the Playboy club at the Palms Sat. night and my wing opens a 2 set of cougars that looked like they were really hot back in the day. So was “Who Let The Dogs Out?” but I’m sure the Baha Men don’t walk around today like they’re Kanye fucking West. Anyway he’s in pretty deep with one and needs a wing. Our non-PUA friend tries to occupy the obstacle. She’s rude. Another friend tries. Rude again. These guys are both good-looking, socially intelligent guys but the Cockblock from Hell is not only treating them like they are telemarketing Astroglyde to her but she’s also being difficult with my wing and his target. My turn. I walk in to the 3 of them and say hello. She turns backturns and runs away. I come back 15 minutes later as she’s once again attempting to cockblock and I say “You know I thought I was still watching the Olympics the way you sprinted away a minute ago.” She doesn’t say anything and backturns me again. Ordinarily I would walk away and think about what I did wrong while letting the obstacle wallow in her own misery and the realization that this far past her expiration date all she has to look forward to is a lifetime of being treated like the fat kid on the playground during kickball tryouts. But this is Vegas and that means I’ve had a few drinks. So I get myself another, walk towards another set to open and make a brief stop to this walking yeast infection and say…………”So…..how do you dye just the roots of your hair?”

I walk away with a self-satisfied grin. I know I just blew the set for my wing but it had to be done (sorry man). So ladies….just so you know. Underneath this arrogant, sarcastic, cocky exterior is a sweet, caring, affectionate, wonderful guy. But underneath that is a COMPLETE FUCKING PRICK!

Until next time…..
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LR: Xander lays The World's Most Annoying Girl

Welcome to The World's Most Annoying Girl pageant, live from beautiful Branson, Missouri. I'm Brian Dunkleman, let's review the criteria for tonight's competition.

1) Make sure to ONLY talk about the A-list clubs you go to and how they suck and how everyone there sucks and how you are so over them. This despite the fact that you go to them 5 nights a week.
2) Name drop frequently and always follow up with "I don't know why everyone makes such a big deal about {insert pseudo-celeb here} he tried to talk to me but I was like whatever"
3) Dye your hair, put in extensions, and wear 6 lbs of makeup and then complain about how everyone in LA is "fake".
4) Never ask a SINGLE question. Not about me, not about anything.
5) Interpret ALL sarcastic remarks as being 100% serious. No matter how absurd.
6) Flake repeatedly and often. Agree to meet up at 2am and then change your mind 5 minutes later. Repeat 2x.
7) Make sure sex has all the enthusiasm of a 6am trip to the DMV.

I don't think I'll see this chick again unless it's at 2am and purely out of spite.

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FR: Let me see you do the Jane Fonda

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How to Deal with the Boyfriend Objection

Hat tip: Mr. Awesome

Approach Update

So just a quick update on my approaching. Much like the person who decides on Jan 1st to lose 30 lbs, only to end up back on the couch getting fat by Jan 15th, I made an unrealistic goal. In fact, I think the goal made my AA significantly worse. So I’m revising. I’m going to do this gradually.

New Goal:
Starting today…..I will approach at least 1 woman a day through the end of the month. That’s it.

I think this will help me keep the momentum from this weeks program and will get me approaching every day so the weekends don’t seem like such a Herculean effort.

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Review: Sinn (featuring Moxie) on Getting Attraction Off the Opener

Sinn came to town with Moxie of Love Systems and spoke about getting attraction off the opener. They lectured for about 2 hours, we did some exercises and then 6 of us went out on the Sunset Strip with them (and Johnny Wolf) to practice on unsuspecting tourists.

First the lecture portion. The basic theme of this model of attraction is that there is a direct correlation between how much social pressure you can handle and how much attraction you get. The more difficult the situation (e.g. 6 guys and 1 girl) the more attraction you are going to get right off the bat. The idea is that you do something a little bit out there and it frames you as a fun, high value guy who doesn’t give a fuck. Moxie called this “Hollywood Attraction” – living your life like a movie (yes..if that movie is Borat). The guys talked about this new, quick way to get attraction and gave some good openers / examples. I also really liked Sinn’s tips for reducing AA. Basically he gave a few mental constructs that I found pretty helpful. In a nutshell, this method builds on principles most attributed to RSD, things like the Apocalypse opener and Tyler’s idea of self-amusement, and also on Brad P’s Blow Me of Blow Me Out concept.

Next up was the field portion. And what better place to do than the PUA mecca ….Saddle Ranch. I can think of a few places I would rather game than at Saddle Ranch. A Turkish prison. My grandmother’s nursing home. A leper colony. The place is fucking disgusting. It would have to get a lot classier to qualify as bridge and tunnel.

Anyway we were tasked with doing 8 exercises. I won’t give away too much since I’m sure they’ll want to develop a course around this but basically think an edgier version of Brad P’s social freedom exercises. But the important distinction here is that those exercises are meant solely to help reduce Approach Anxiety. Most of the exercises that we did are actually designed to get attraction (although reducing your AA is an inevitable by-product). I’ll give away the one that I found most jarring and that was opening by kissing a girl on the shoulder (which I did twice). After you do, you have to just not crack up (I failed that part) and you can start qualifying. I watched another student do this in a huge mixed set and the girl exploded with attraction. If I didn’t see it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. These guys are definitely on to something…..

Overall the program was a great value and extremely useful to me personally. I’ve been suffering unusually high AA lately and this will undoubtedly help ameliorate that. But I think the most important thing I learned is that we all learn these rules and do’s and don’ts (especially don’ts) but that can all be trumped by just having giant balls. Huge, brass, swinging, clanking balls.

Oh my one complaint….had nothing to do with the program. While giving another student a ride I got pulled over by the cops. I didn’t notice the valet hadn’t turned on my headlights. They actually pull us out of the car and searched us and the other student is carrying a knife! WTF? It’s like a giant swiss army / fishing knife. LAPD + Daniel Boone over here carrying a concealed weapon = Xander watching his life flash before his eyes. I know Saddle Ranch is supposed to be a country western bar but that doesn’t mean we’ll be gutting salmon. I told the cop the truth…that we were Pick Up training at Saddle Ranch and he found it amusing enough that he (thankfully) let us go. Close fucking call!

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Grease

I’ve become adept enough at greasing bouncers that it’s not a big deal but Sat. took some real work. Since this is a part of nightlife few people talk about, I figured I would take an entertaining look at it.

The crew and I roll up to SuperHot Hollywood Club #1 at about 10.15. This is the only place I’ve ever seen where there is a line for bottle service. Wait you are going to sodomize me to the tune of $1,200 for the night AND make me stand outside like an asshole? Impressive.

Anyway, I walk up to the first the bouncer:
Xander: “I have 3 guys and (*bouncer looks at me like I just told him he has ball cancer and its spreading fast*) I’m thinking $100 to make this line disappear.”
Bouncer: *laughing* “Talk to PromoterDouchebag”

Xander: “I have 3 guys, how’s $100?”
PromoterDouchbag: *laughing* “Maybe $100 a guy”.
Xander: “How about $200 for 3?”
PromoterDouchebag: *using his limited mental capacity to calculate the price of an 8ball* “$200? Show me the guys.” *after seeing the guys* “OK”

We decide it’s too much and walk across the street to SuperHot Hollywood Club #2

It’s retarded outside with huge packs of girls standing around in the familiar shivering pose and dudes pretending to be on their cell phone so they don’t look as pathetic on the wrong side of the velvet rope. Off to work my magic…..

Xander: “I have 3 guys and I want to do this the smart way….how’s $100?”
Bouncer #1: This is for bottle service only. And they won’t park your car for $100.

Your hero is undeterred. I walk up to another bouncer as he tells the greasy Persian troll next to me $500 for 3 guys. Said troll throws a tantrum like he was just told that he can’t park his 7 series in the handicapped spot. I negotiate with Bouncer#2 and after another “Show me the guys comment” he agrees to $150. He instructs me to shake Bouncer #3’s hand with the grease and walk in with the group of 3 promoters and 40 girls that are about to walk in. In the meantime Bouncer #4 is chatting with me about the going grease rates here and across the street. After 20 of the girls make it past the rope Bouncer #3, who bears a slight resemblance to the bailiff from “Night Court” except with slicked back hair, halts the ho-stroll and sends them back into the morass of striped shirts and short skirts from whence they came. At this point I approach Bull with my money to which he shouts “$150 for 3 guys, get the fuck out of here!”

Once again your hero laughs in the face of rejection and Brylcream. I chat with Bouncer#4 some more and he agrees to $150. He instructs us to meet him in the back alley where he will open the back door for us. After our delightfully shady transaction and a short jaunt through the faux-kitchen (only there for permit purposes) we arrive into our Shangri-la. A courtyard filled with 80% women with an average looks rating of ~8.5. Great success!

I always laugh when I tell people that I went to some Hollywood hot spot and they say “Oh my God, how did you get in?” Somehow I think they are looking for a more interesting answer than “I had $50”

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Update: Road to 1000 approaches

Well 2 weeks are in the bag and there’s good news and bad news
Bad news
- I’ve done 30 approaches - far less than my goal of 100 for the 2 weeks
- My attempt at day game was just about as successful as the release of Speed Racer and twice as painful to watch. The first hour I wandered around The Grove like a stray dog until I finally talked to someone….and it was Brad P who was working with a student. I finally opened 2 girls by asking for fashion advice. Day Game 1, Xander 0.
Good news
- 30 approaches is more than I’ve done in the preceding 3 months
- I have a week more than I thought so technically I’m only behind 20 approaches.
- Almost all my sets opened
- I’m still awesome

So looks like I’ve got some work to do. I’ll keep ya posted….

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No Country for Chode Men

“Let me ask you something. If the rule you followed brought you to this, of what use was the rule?” - Anton

Today marks the beginning of a journey. A challenge really. Yesterday marked exactly 4 months until my 30th birthday. Overall I’m happy with where I am in life – great career, great friends, great lifestyle – and overall a content and comfortable existence. But content and comfortable are not admirable values. I’ve been going through the motions of this thing… this heart-breaking, confusing, difficult dance that we men and women play and while I know every theory, every contingency, ever method and means of proper technique, I can’t implement them with any type of consistency.

Tony Robbins says knowledge is not power. Knowledge is potential. Action is power. Besides having big teeth, he’s right! It’s time for that action. It’s time to go through the “pain period”. It’s time to rise to the occasion. I’ve had some success but I feel I’ve regressed lately and have been feeling frustrated….defeated even. That’s not who I am. I’m not a quitter. I don’t shirk from challenges. Something drastic has to change.

But most of all I’m tired of that feeling. That little feeling of defeat. The thought process is all the same. There she is. I want her. I’m already thinking of the two us. Glistening in sweat, faces illuminated by candlelight. Hair, hands and heavy breathing. There she is. I should approach her. Then the fear creeps in. The familiar illusion. The seedlings of doubt. What do I say? What if she ignores me? What if she gets creeped out? What if someone sees me? What if? The two ugliest words in the English language. And now she’s gone. And neither of us will ever know. And there is that feeling. That pang. That little death. That feeling of losing what you never had. That feeling of compromising yourself.

No mas

Here is my challenge:
I’ve done 200-300 approaches since I started in this game. Unacceptable.
Starting today
50 approaches a week
16 weeks

~1000 total approaches before my 30th birthday.

I’ll be writing in my personal journal for all the details and insights. But in this space I will (hopefully) amuse and entertain you with the best, and the worst, from my journey.

50 approaches a week
16 weeks

Join me on the adventure. It’s going to be fun.

Allow myself.....to introduce.....myself

“I don't want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me” - Costello

I’ve succumbed to the verbal masturbation that is the blog. I read The Game 2 years ago and became obsessed. I’ve read everything under the sun, attended programs and lectures, and met virtually all of the top PUA’s. While my knowledge of seduction has ballooned to astronomical proportions, my balls have not. I’ve admittedly been half-assing the approaching. I want to full-ass it. Or all-ass it. Whatever the proper terminology. The point is there will be ass involved. And it’s my time to kick it. I’m hoping this blog will encourage me to court more stories, to push the envelope, to be ridiculous and in the mean-time entertain you the reader. It will be more humorous than informative because there are better informed PUA’s out there (see my links section) but few as clever as yours truly.

I use the term tactical seduction to describe what I do because I believe it to be more accurate and because the term “pick-up” harkens back to hairy-chested greaseballs using lies and God-awful disingenuous compliments to date rape their way to getting laid. The modern equivalent is not much better as reality TV has associated our kind with fuzzy hats and eyeliner ….and I stopped wearing that crap weeks ago.